A/N: Read the previous author's note
The question shocks you. You realize you've never given it too much thought in between what-ifs, would you rathers, or just general small talk.
You almost- almost- say yes, but then you remember Leslie. Oh God, Leslie.
She would hate you if you said yes. But Xander wouldn't be able to be in the same room with you if you said no.
What to choose, what to choose...
You let out a wail and drop your head into your hands, yowling "I don't know!" in the same breath.
Lise stands there, probably feeling more awkward than usual, immobile until she turns her head to the other group and begins to mouth. She seems to be arguing with someone, but losing, you note. She turns back to you, worry in her eyes, and tells you, "Time's up." She brings her head closer and hisses, "Walk slower. It'll buy time and-- " You don't catch the last part.
Nevertheless, you do as she says, and though it stalls, it doesn't matter.
There's not enough time left.
You come to a stop, and Phillip R, in that weirdly deep voice of his, speaks first.
"So, can you please tell us what happened up there? He (he gestures in the general direction of Xander) won't tell us anything."
Lise nudges you, obviously hopeful that you've made up your mind.
"You take a deep breath, and then mumble, "I thought the letter was a joke."
Angry mutters buzz in your ears, but to your surprise, Xander gives a nervous chuckle.
"So, do you say yes?"
Your mind whirls so quickly and painfully you need to physically stop yourself from grabbing it.
Whose friendship did you value more- Xander's, or Leslie's?
Who do you care about more?
It won't matter anymore, you think bitterly to yourself. If I say yes, I'll still have to break up with him in the future- I'd just be postponing the pain. And if I said no... well, none of them would ever treat me the same.
You say... you say...
"No," a voice hoarsely whispers, and you realize with horror that is your own.
Suddenly, everything around you is hostile. Bored, fleeting glances become harsh stares, and amused stares turn frigid.
Even Lise looks cruel, but you know it can't be.
It must be a trick of the light, you think to yourself.
You begin to back away, and those eyes, oh god those eyes, they follow you.
Green, black, blue, brown.
They track you down.
You can't take it anymore.
You bolt.
No one follows.
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M+X
RandomCOMPLETE (even if it doesn't say so) OCs of people i know, you know who you are ;) Written on a notebook, typed on a computer, and retyped to change some names The cover has nothing to do with the story fyi
